Instruments in tune: Invasion

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Chapter 15: Adjustments

Finally, what seems like days was in fact hours.the jagged rocky roof of the ridge that contained the cavern that was giving them refuge came into view.

"I sense everyone is there they are all safe but something else is not right" Goku sigh his face showing his great confusion at what he sensed.

Bongo sped up hearing those words was all he needed moments later he touched down to the hard cold ground.

Knowing his way around it would be several hundred feet walk to the mouth of the cave where they left the others and he was in a hurry taking long stride steps still clutching onto Poetry as she continued to hold on to him having uttered no, more words.

Turning the final corner he stopped at was stood before him and watched it sceptically.

Vegeta stood Krillin walked apparently around in front of Vegeta the anger and frustration visible on his face.

Goku and Piccolo arrived shortly after to the same sight. They watched only for a moment before Goku stepped forward.

Fearing the worst was about to take place he had never seen Krillin stand up to, anyone let alone Vegeta in this manner

"Hey what's going on here," Vegeta and Krillin stopped their intense stare at one another to face Goku.

"Ah nothing Goku I was just discussing something with Vegeta here ". Krillin massages the back of his skull. Knowing if he uttered a work in Bongos present there would be hell to pay

"That's right Kakkarot just a friendly discussion between the bug zapper and I." Vegeta smirked poking Krillin in the back of the head he began pacing away from the group.

"Where do you think you are going?" Piccolo called after Vegeta seeing the Prince storm off.

Vegeta did not stop his swift departure.

"I did what I was requested Namek, now I have more important things to take care of"

Vegeta's boots emitted a strong ki sending the surrounding stones and dirt flying in frenzy before he shot into the air a pair aura surrounding him he left.

"Forget him Piccolo he will come back you do not think he would pass off something like this". The words from Goku were firm he knew Vegeta would never miss out of this on such a battle they were anticipating.

Piccolos nodded seeing the truth and in Vegeta's case the logic in Goku's words.

They started back for the cave it was not safe out in the open.

Bongo had already entered the cave passing the entrance cobwebs that regrew every day clung to his broad shoulders as he brushed past, Poetries hand also caught some cobwebs as soon as the foreign sensation touched her skin she jumped violently brushing and shacking off the fine sticky white threads.

Bongo stopped.

He looked into her face that was turned away.

"Listen you have to calm down, I can't concentrate if I know you can't fend for yourself whilst im away I need to know that you will be alright or I will loose it" Bongo said gently to her, she ignored him brushing away the still clinging cobwebs to her hand and arm tears began seeping out of her eyes.

"Poetry.now you are going to listen to me. you have to be strong. For me for Cyndel don't let her see you like this" she gagged from the now visible tears then buried her face in her husbands massive chest her delicate hands clasping what skin she could from the firm muscle.

What could he do she was afraid, he held her close again his immense hand rubbing her back slowly the fabric of her clothing moving beneath it.

He continued into the cave.

*************************************** The next 5 days had come and gone Vegeta had nor returned or send any indication that he would.

Finally settled into the cave the group waited, Goku, Bongo, Piccolo and Krillin would go out on short scouting missions surveying the area. Yet, nothing the presents of the evil lord was more than clear, but nothing, no soldiers or legions had been seen since Bongo and Poetries almost fatal encounter.

Poetry had managed to recover from the fear and shock, understand that the survival of the earth and its inhabitants not only depended on the Z fighters or her loving husband.

She now sat beside the boiling contents of a cooking pot preparing the evening rations.

But also on her and Isabelle and even Cyndel, they needed to be strong not become desperate and were and at the same time pull down those they loves Poetry would not do that to Bongo and Isabelle wouldn't do it to Piccolo.

Yes. She knew not from Isabelle confining in her but it was evident at the way they looked at one another. She cared for him and he for her. She had no doubts about it and had no objections, herself falling in Love and marrying a Namek.

But it concerned her was the time right, Isabelle would not be able to endure his loss, if something were to happened she was fragile not strong minded and Poetry knew this after all she was still a young girl.

Piccolo sat in his lotus position on the floor in a far crook of the cave his eyes shut and arms folder he slumped forward in his usual manner during his meditation.

Poetry glanced at him, wondering how someone so distant and cold could be directly related to Bongo, he being so full of goodness and kindness always concerned for those he loved and not afraid to show it. Isabelle was a few feet away preparing food, slicing vegetables and trimming meat helping Poetry to prepare, beside her Cyndel sat her legs tucked under her body she washed the vegetables Isabelle was preparing then setting them aside in bowls.

"Cyndel fill the bowl to the rim, we wank to save using as much of the utensils as possible at one time" she said without looking away from, her duties.

Cyndel nodded taking care to do as her mother requested she realised it was imperative.

Goku and Bongo were out one short survey again it was almost dusk they would return soon

After the cooking was concluded it was prepared and laid out on a large red and white tattered cloth then each bowl was covered over with smaller cloths to save the heat and preserve the flavour as long as possible for the fighters return.

After a while of waiting Poetry was still standing by the cave entrance, she shook her head looking out toward the sky area outside, she walked back in.

"I don't know when they will come back, just start everyone no use in watching it waste away whilst we are all here" She sat down on the floor between Krillin and Cyndel Gohan sat on the othersider of Cyndel they had formed a close friendship.

Isabelle sat beside Piccolo, he still keeping his distance not requiring nutrition.

Piccolo had sensed an uneasiness in Isabelle after a few days ago, but the opportunity had not rose for him to mention it, not the way he would have preferred it.

"What's on your mind?" Piccolo said in a low almost whispering sound through his mediation.

Isabelle looked at him, his eyes still shut.

"Oh its nothing why would something be troubling me "she returned to her food averting her eyes from him.

"You tell me!" he again emitted in the same tone.

Isabelle stopped eating and again she placed the unusually large serving in her bowl in her lap turning to him, he slowly opened his left eye to her sensing he had her attention, also feeling as her mental composure shifted.

"Honestly Piccolo it nothing, you cannot expect me to be in a perfect mood all the time can you" she said with malice then returning to her rations.

He was surprised and taken back slightly even for him, she had never acted spitefully in this manner, but that would not stop him from seeing it through.

He re-closed his eye.

"Its going to get worse if you keep it bottled up inside like you are this is no time for playing games just let it out" he said still in the same calm tone

Isabelle let out a sigh it was soaked in irritation.

"So you think this is my idea of a game" her words caught all off guard as the stopped their activities and listened as she spat out aloud.

Putting the bowl down she rose to her feet ignoring the stares she received from everyone at her outburst and walked swiftly deeper into the cave.

Piccolo watched as she walked away her manner and abruptness made him concerned, he could feel her emotions souring and wanted to know the reason.

He planned on confronting her again soon, when there was no audience he knew he could never stand by and see her in this state it was his drawback his fault.

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"My lord we are prepared as you requested" a kahoona sneered as he informed Tempo of their status.

Tempo turned slowly his aged body needing time and effort only to look at his one legion and deliver his orders.

"Its imperative that this be carried out as planned without that we may loose this chance.. begin our assault"



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